Day 290 Perspective

 

10/17/2025 

"Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. 

For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought,

but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with

groanings which cannot be uttered."

Romans 8:26

 

For the past couple of days Alex has been a little frazzled, and he seems to want a lot of attention for a semi-feral cat. When he wants a little extra attention he comes around more often. He knows this is his home, but he seems to travel around. I'm not certain where he spends his nights, because he has not warmed up to his mini dog house yet, even with a new bed of straw. He loves rolling in the dirt and pine needles, but even the blanket of pine needles and leaves didn't tempt him to try out his new digs. That cat! One thing's for certain, he is well fed, and he's quite a handsome fella, so I'm thinking he's made himself a home away from home somewhere close by. At least he knows this is home, and he's knows that I'm his human mama. Knowing he's safe is the most important thing to me, and I want him to feel loved. 

Since yesterday's rant I've accomplished a few things. I managed to straighten out the spare room that is actually my room. It's my sewing, painting, and crafting room at present, but it is badly in need of an overhaul, as there's not much room in this house. It's amazing how my parents raised three kids with only three small bedrooms and one bathroom. Before I moved back home, I gave away a lot of stuff that I had, thinking that my daddy would have the tools and yard items I needed, but I was mistaken. His were so old that I don't know how he continued to used them. Plus, he was fond of electrical tape to repair exposed wires. That is not exactly the safest practice, but my daddy seemed to fix things his way, and it worked. He was a meticulous mechanic, reminiscent of the Fonz in Happy Days. I don't think he'd be too pleased with the state of his work area right now or with his little hiding place downstairs in the basement where he spent many afternoons listening to his blue grass music. My son has taken over residence in the dungeon, so appearances have changed. It is due a good cleaning, but then, what isn't around here!

Living here has opened up memories, things that I forgot about, but things that were important. Going through my journals trying to find dates and places hasn't helped my frame of mind either. Somehow I wonder why I'm putting myself through all the stress for a story. I even wonder if my story is worth sharing, but then, it's not really my story, it's God's. Everything about my life has been because of His hand on my life, so how can I do it justice?! This is where prayer comes in, and I need a lot of prayer these days. I don't really ask much for myself, except for the Lord to guard my speech and my heart. I could use a bit of quiet and peace and some down time, but wars don't allow for that. Watchman stand their ground, and I'm determined to do that. I want to be faithful in fighting the good fight of faith for Israel. 

Today I watched a movie with my daughter, although she's in New Mexico, and I'm in Virginia. She watches on her end, and I enjoys things here. Then we may talk later on about the movie, things that were said. She seems to recognize the importance of words more these days. Or at least she understands my way of thinking about the way people act a certain way or react to things. I always look into people's eyes, and I see a bit more than a person may normally see. I think being alone for most of my life, working with people who had special needs, who needed a listening heart helped me become more compassionate and patient. My daughter is a very patient person, even though, like me, she has experienced a life of chronic health issues and pain. Difficult circumstances in life can make a person better or they can break a person's spirit, turning them into bitter individuals. Fortunately, neither of us succumbed to the latter. We are alike but different, and that makes each of us unique in the way we respond to situations.

Each day has its own set of challenges. I find that my reprieve from pain has lifted, and the trauma to my body over the years has been unkind and unforgiving. Of course falling from a tree didn't help the situation, but I've been warned to pad the ground the next time I wrestle a vine up in the trees. If the discomfort becomes unmanageable then I put on my boots and head outside. I have one more trim to the yard due, so that will help keep my focus elsewhere. I've learned to handle things that bother most people. I have managed to adapt to the noise in my head that has been my constant companion since 2016, so I can handle the other things that cramp my style. The key is counting my blessings. Each morning when I open my eyes and see the sunlight or the shadows or smell the fresh air or the smell of coffee, it's a good start. If I can swing my legs over the side of the bed, manage to sit up on the side and stand up...then it's a great day! Good morning, Lord! is my first response. It's a good day. And whereas not so good things may happen, it doesn't mean that a day is bad. No, be grateful for the day. It's another day to make life better for another person. Life is only a breath. We need to make the most of it and cherish the moments.